CONGRATULATIONS DADDY
CHAPTER THREE: NO MORE WINE
AUTHOR:
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Today was the day, after weeks of anxiously waiting Bulma was finally going to officially going to meet the newest, tiniest member of their family in an ultrasound; it was difficult to describe exactly how she was feeling, after all she wasn't quite sure how Vegeta would take the news given how he reacted last time he found out she was with child. Snickering under her breath, Bulma leaned back in her computer chair, slender digits gently gripping the arm rests; despite how much their relationship had progressed since back then and the love that had formed, the concept of revealing her condition was still nerve wracking.
Vegeta, Prince of all Saiyans, one of the universe's most powerful warriors, was not scared of many things; but the weight of commitment was certainly one of them. For years he had slowly adjusted to life as a father and the concept of caring for more than just his own survival, he had made leaps and bounds in that department; hell, he was ten times the father any of their other friends were, in her eyes it wasn't even a contest, even if there was room for improvement in certain areas. The concept of ruining that was nothing short of petrifying.
"Ugh this whole situation is so messy," the scientist gripes, her fingers digging manically at her scalp in frustration; "This is a happy moment, I just want to tell him already but I know he will make this into a stressful situation one way or another and completely ruin it just like last time." That takes me back, she muses silently; bright eyes softening as she stared blankly up at the ceiling. No matter how many times she replayed the day she told him she was pregnant with Trunks in her head, she still came to the same heartbreaking response from Vegeta; the last thing any expectant mother wants to hear from the father of their child regardless of what their relationship might be.
'So what? I don't see how that's my problem.'
Even now, years later she could still hear the annoyance that dripped from his voice all those years ago. Back then she wasn't surprised to hear that response, heck, they had such a casual on again, off again situation that they hardly spent any time getting to truly know each other. But it still hurt to hear those words roll from his lips; her heart felt as if it was shattering into a million pieces, she was positive that her child would grow up without the love from his own father. Thankfully she was wrong, it might've taken a few years for him to truly become a father worthy of their amazing child and herself; but he got there in the end.
Sighing, her dark lashes flutter closed as she returned to an upright position, her chair springing upwards along with her; how many times do I need to recall what happened in the past? I'm torturing myself at his point. Shaking her head, Bulma rose to her feet and patted her plump cheeks gently; now was not the time to feel sorry for herself. There would be plenty of time for that during the countless sleep deprived nights she was sure to have when the baby arrived, for now she needed to focus on slowly getting everything ready.
Around the corner and down the hallway Vegeta was facing a dilemma of his own. He was positive that his wife had officially lost the plot, not only had she sworn off coffee for months, she hadn't smoked a single cigarette or had wine in months either; who was she? What had happened? Based on what he knew there were only two plausible answers. The first being that he was trying to impress another man, a positively laughable suggestion given his sexual prowess; or that she was worried about the aging effects that her choices had on her fragile human body, and how old she will look in a few year's time compared to him, that had to be it.
His luscious dark brows knit together as he stares blankly at one of the walls in the gravity chamber, sweat trickling down his bulging biceps as he flicked his towel over his shoulder. It's not like I care or anything, she knew that Saiyans don't age as quickly as humans, this was bound to happen at some point. Dropping those pungent death sticks would've been enough surely, cutting out the disgusting liquids seems like overkill, I didn't realize how much it uplifted that bitchy mood of hers; He noted inwardly, dark orbs narrowing as he recalled countless instances in which she had called him a new colourful nickname. On the bright side, more makeup sex; a smirk crossed his lips as he turned to walk out the door, his calloused hands seizing the towel and rubbing it across his face. Maybe it wasn't such a bad change...
Suddenly the warrior stopped dead in his tracks, just short of the door; footsteps echoing through the hallway and passing the gravity chamber. "Okay, I'll be off then," Bulma states matter of factly from the other side of the door, a maid's voice acknowledging her immediately; "I'll be back in an hour, just don't let Trunks scare off the new teacher please." Her heeled feet echo down the hallway, the front door clicking shut behind her soon after.
Just where is she going? Vegeta demands silently, his eyes narrowing as he storms out of the gravity chamber and into the hallway, hot in pursuit, determined to discover whatever it was she was up to. "No one keeps secrets from Prince Vegeta…" he grumbled under his breath, flinging the front door open and promptly sneaking down the side of the house towards the driveway only to watch her teal top of the line vehicle drive off before his very eyes.
"Off we go baby! I can't wait to spend some time with you," she chimes loudly as she drove onto the street, a massive smile plastered across her face.
Nostrils flaring, the Saiyan felt a sudden rush of ki wash over him, "Baby?" There was that disgusting nickname she tried to call him years back, how it was a term of endearment was beyond him. So she was leaving home to go and mess around with another man was she? There was no other possible explanation for her use of that word in that context. Eyes narrowing, the warrior clenched his fists, teeth grinding as his power levels shot up; "If I see a scrawny male in that car, I swear to Kami I'll rip him limb from limb!" Rage consuming him, Vegeta flew up into the sky his eyes locking on her car instantly; "You have some explaining to do woman!"
Before she knew it, Bulma was sitting in a car space in the parking lot, one hand gently rubbing the soft curve of her stomach. "I should probably just go inside, why the heck am I so nervous?" she mutters under her breath, a free hand reaching for her handbag that was perched on the seat beside her. Maybe I should've given Vegeta a chance. I could be wrong, maybe he won't take this badly, the scientist notes silently while slipping out of the vehicle and slamming the door shut behind her. It was hard to know what the right course of action was, either way it was complicated. "Oh well can't change things now," Bulma remarks as she made her way up the footpath to enter the Sonography building.
Heavy feet slam down against the footpath, Vegeta's eyes narrowing as he stared up at the sign on the front of the building; "Sonography?" he mutters under his breath, uncertainty evident in his voice; "and where the fuck is that bastard Bulma was talking to earlier? I didn't see him leave the car." Fists clenched, the Saiyan storms up the path and into the building, his fierce orbs instantly scanning the room for any sign of his wife's signature blue locks; Damn it! Where is she and what is this place? Some type of hospital?
Glancing from unfamiliar face to unfamiliar face his eyes eventually locked on the front desk; Those subservient women, can surely save me some time, he mused silently. Crossing his arms, he walked past several people waiting in line and approached the front desk; "I need information. My wife is here and I demand you give me details of her exact location right now," he growls lowly.
The slender blonde woman from behind the desk shoots him a warning glare in response, pointing to the lengthy line in front of her; "Well you better get in line then, I'll help you as soon as I finish assisting these people who have been waiting patiently."
"What? That's outrageous!" the warrior howls, "I am royalty, I will not wait in some lowly line to find out where my wife is!" Does this woman have a death wish?
Arching a brow the woman gestures to the line once more. "Sorry your royal highness but there's a line," she retorts in a mocking tone; "Get in it or get out, your choice."
"Damn you!" He fires back, flinging a hand in the air dismissively as he turns to storm down a nearby corridor, "Fine! I'll find her myself!"
Sighing heavily, the woman at the front desk presses a button and talks over the loudspeaker, "We need security to hallway 1, I repeat, we need security to hallway 1. Dangerous, short, male assailant is in the lobby heading down towards private screening rooms, looks unarmed!"
A scurry of footsteps sound through the room as Vegeta turns to look back at the front desk, three lean security guards slowly making their way towards him, nervous expressions plastered across their faces. "What did you just say woman?! Short?" he bellows in response; "You know what is actually short? My patience, you disrespectful creature!"
Bulma smiles as she brushes her fingertips through her fringe in the bathroom, All freshened up! She notes silently as she turns on her heel to leave, the front desk's message suddenly sounding over the loudspeaker. "A dangerous, short, male, assailant?" She repeats for her own benefit as she opens the door, reentering the waiting area to see her husband standing on the opposite side of the room ready to pummel the poorly trained security team.
Eyes widening in complete and utter shock and embarrassment, Bulma stormed right up to Vegeta, jabbing him hard in the chest with her forefinger. "What on earth do you think you're doing? Who the heck do you think you are barging in here and starting fights?!" the scientist barks as she plants both hands firmly on her hips. For years now he had toned down his violent outbursts in public, so his behavior was nothing short of baffling.
Turning her back to her husband, she bowed deeply to the security team; "I am so sorry about this, my husband has anger management issues. I'll take it from here if it's okay?" she notes as she turns around and yanks her husband by the ear past the security team and up to the front desk. "I'm so sorry for all the trouble my husband caused. I know there is a line and all but I want to get this idiot out of your hair as soon as possible. My name is Bulma Briefs, I am a VIP noted down for a discrete sonogram at 10:45 today."
"Who are you calling an idiot!" Vegeta barked as he tapped her hand away from his earlobe. Huffing the Saiyan turned his back to her, she might be his wife but manhandling him like that at all let alone in public was humiliating and would not be tolerated. "She doesn't care who you are, she won't let you through I already tr-"
"I'm in room 19," Bulma interrupts as she walks past him, looking back as the blonde with a kind smile from ear to ear. "Thank you!"
Eyes widening, Vegeta slowly stalks after his wife down the hallway. "I must've terrified her so much she wants us to leave as soon as possible," he muses with a smirk; That has to be it.
"Whatever!" she mutters in response, her eyes scanning the room numbers on the doors as they walked down the quiet hallway. "Now are you going to tell me why you followed me here like some creep?"
"Like you're one to talk! Why are you scurrying off here with your boyfriend or whatever!" He fires back venomously, "or should I call him 'baby'?" Was she seriously going to try to make him out to be the bad guy in all this? It was a poor attempt, that was for sure.
Laughter slips from Bulma's mouth as she stopped in her tracks right outside the room she had been assigned to and turned to face him, her right hand partially covering her lips; "You thought I had a boy toy?" Of all the misunderstandings they had to date, this had to be the winner. "You are a jealous fool," she says with a kind smile, her head tilting slightly as she reached forward to grab his hand; "I'm not spending time with another man, and you shouldn't eavesdrop."
The Saiyan frowns as he looks back at her, jealousy wasn't exactly the word he would use for it. Murderous, he definitely felt more murderous than he did jealous; but maybe that was just his Saiyan bloodlust speaking. "Then what in Kami's name have you been up to woman? And who the heck were you calling 'Baby'?" he demanded, crossing his arms.
Taking a deep breath, Bulma turned to the room beside them and opened the door, walked over to the examination table and hopped on top of it, still gripping one of his hands. This was not how she planned to tell him, she had no idea how she wanted him to find out in the first place given their history, but given that he was not likely to leave the building she didn't have much of a choice in the matter; it had to be now. Please don't say the same thing; the scientist begs silently, pressing his hand against the slight curve of her belly. "Vegeta, this is the 'baby' I was speaking to earlier. You're going to be a father again," she states sheepishly, her anxiety getting the better of her.
"I'm what?!" Vegeta exclaims as he looks up at her dubiously, his dark eyes flicking between her seemingly nervous expression and her stomach; "How on earth were you planning to keep that a secret? You're the most impossible woman I've ever met!" There was no doubt about it, sure it was faint but there was a small spike of power resonating from her that wasn't usually present. Another half Saiyan child, this ought to be interesting; he thought, a smirk seizing his lips for a brief moment.
He wasn't wrong, she was surprised that she managed to keep it a secret for this long to begin with given how nosey he was. "I was going to tell you soon. Well, I probably was anyway..." she trails off, deep in thought.
"Only probably? What the hell?" he fires back, the door behind him opening and closing as the sonographer entered the room cutting their conversation short; "What the heck is this place anyway?"
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